Secret Wife To A Disabled Billionaire: Married In My Place!

Chapter 2: Alcohol Emerald’s Point of View I went to a well-known club to indulge in alcohol, regardless of the situation I was in. Jude made me lose my mind, giving me enough pain to endure until the moment I die.In his eyes, I am merely a hostage to him, serving as a substitute bride to take my sister's place. Despite my unwavering affection for him since we were young, it won't work anymore, and I still grasp on a man like him. I can no longer sacrifice my happiness for him. If I continue this marriage, then I don't have any respect and dignity left in me.I was on the verge of finishing the last shot of whiskey in my hand when my friend unexpectedly grabbed it from me. Her eyebrows shot up, sitting beside me in front of the bar counter. “Look at you, Emerald. You're too messy!” She snapped me back to reality. Thea is the only friend I have. She's been with me since middle school, and I grew up with her. Thea has always been the person I could rely on in times of need. She's

Emerald's Point of View The rain was pouring hard. I expected the rain to alleviate my pain, but it only intensified it. I couldn't drive away from his office. My husband's words kept echoing in my mind. He's always harsh. His words cut too deep inside my heart. The conflicting emotions within me drove me to accelerate aggressively. The speed of my car increased until I noticed another car traveling at the same speed but in a different direction. My eyes widened; I tried to step on the brake, yet it wasn't working. “What the…” The road was slippery, raising the possibility of accidents.A car unexpectedly swerved towards me, causing chaos in the middle of the road. My car moved independently after I tightly gripped the steering wheel. Fear builds up inside me. My car was hacked! I tried to reach out for my phone and contacted my parents. However, I couldn't find it in my bag, which added to the tension I'm feeling. Since I am now the only car that's driving recklessly,

Emerald’s Point of View Ruining a friendship is not in my 2025 bingo card. Perhaps it may be hard for someone else to confront a close friend but my ideologies in life are the one that gives me strength to voice out what's in my mind and express it towards the person. I was standing against the mirror. Carlos let me borrow his sweater as my clothes have been drenched by the heavy rain. He took care of me whilst I'm in his condo, bringing me things that could warm my body. “Good bye, Carlos,” I affirmed without looking him in the eyes— dying enough to come home in order to avoid the awkwardness around us. On my way out, Carlos halted me by holding my hand. “Wait,” he paused. “I just want to let you know that I'm persistent enough on pursuing you, EJ. Don't worry, I know you're shocked but it doesn't change anything. I still like you, EJ.” My heart was pounding fast. I gripped on the sweater hard before pursuing his lips. The way Carlos speaks with gentle and earnest in his voice g

Emerald's Point of View The velvet petal smell of the candle inside the bathroom lingered in my nose. It's calming, distressing me from everything I've been through. My hair was tied using a clamp whilst my body was soaked with warm water and petals all around the tub. Giving yourself a me-time period was relaxing. It's my coping mechanism after all the stress I got after a long day and I feel like I deserved it at some point. Regardless of preparing everything, I couldn't totally forget Jude's words. The exact words he spit remained lingering like a halo effect in my mind. Of course, I was hurt. Even if we're in a one-sided relationship, I still love him regardless. He's the only man I ever loved, the feelings are still there but I’m no longer holding anymore. The disrespect was so loud that even an apology did not even make a sound. My mother's words significantly offended him. At some point, I pity him. I am on his side not because of my personal feelings but because my mom ins

Third Person's Point of View Silence fleets in the air. Emerald couldn't raise her hand and spoon even just a single grain of rice. Her eyes remained staring at the man in front of her—curious as to why his decision changed briefly. On a typical day, Emerald often delivers her husband's food at his office. It was clearly written in their agreement that she will follow the ground rules Jude established regardless of what she feels. Her eyes wouldn't stray away from him. It remained nosy, watching every move Jude makes. “Stop watching me and give me your phone.” Jude enunciated that made her cough. “I need it to trace the perpetrator.” Emerald covered her mouth, his words left her agape. “W-what?” Jude put down his utensils and then stared at her in a menacing glare. His stares put up chills all over her body, making even a small hair rooted in her skin stand up. Emerald's hands turned into a fist under the table and gasped. Her phone was inside her pocket. She was hesitant momen